Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Television,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.